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2k follower special <3!!!

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO MY BEAUTIFUL 2,000+ FOLLOWERS!!

even though I have bouts of inactivity and a lot of inconsistency in my work, I am so thankful for all your support and love <3 as a thank you, have a short 2k special featuring my most popular boys, Liam & Deimos!

may be suggestive at the start;;; and big poly vibes

"you're doing so good taking us both, songbird... aren't they, pretty boy?", Deimos purrs.

Liam gives a whiny response, "fuck... where'd you learn to move like that, y/n? you didn't even give me a chance to finish you!"

your hands grip further into the controller in your hands, a minor migraine beginning to form, "please refrain from using dirty words while I'm kicking both of your asses in Tekken."

you feel the sofa where the three of you were lying down shifting from both sides, as you had been seated in between both men.

on the left, Deimos who was leaning himself on your shoulder shifted his head on your lap. his nose and lips snuggling themselves into the lower region of your torso. he sighs, "just let poor Lili win at least once, songbird... it's late and I need you in the bedroom as my favourite body pillow."

on the right, Liam had left the comfort of the sofa and moved to the floor, sitting right next to your legs. with his most pathetic puppy eyes, he begs while hugging your right leg, "pleaseee baby, let me win!! I need at least one win so I can go to bed in peace tonight..."

"no. both of you need to leave right now, go to bed!"

this was another one of their tactics to get you to sleep with them (you have a terrible sleep schedule). which isn't a bad thing, you love sleeping in between them.

but most of the time, it really really sucks- like in a suffocating way. by that you mean sandwiched between two pairs of defined and humongous man tits type of suffocating. and they always have you cornered or have their hands on you all night, so there's absolutely zero chance of you getting away from their tight grasp. it's as if their bodies are trying to fuse us together.

this was your way of saving yourself. by going to sleep later than them, they would be forced to lay next to each other instead, therefore giving you a fresh supply of oxygen through the night!

..... which is what you had planned in mind. but fate and two overly clingy adult men had other plans by accompanying you until you finally succumbed to sleep.

"look, I still need to finish the story mode, so you guys just go ahead first- AAAH!!"

Deimos picks your body up over his shoulder with ease, "ain't no way we're leaving you, I need my pillow."

Liam looks at you with a pitiful smile, "and I need my baby next to me."

"nooo... why won't you two just snuggle each other instead? you guys always suffocate me in your sleep", you complain.

"cause you're you. and we like it better when you're with us."

Deimos bellows as he opens the door to your shared bedroom, "yeah right! ya just need y/n to rub one out at night!"

"don't act so holy either, Deimos." Liam glares at him from behind.

lord, please save me from these idiots...

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Thinking again of Don fem reader who doesn’t like Liam. She just doesn’t vibe with him. He can’t necessarily do much to her because she also has lots of money- more than him. So all he can do is try to win her favor *looks at nails* too bad he isn’t her type. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He’s just too short for one, and she doesn’t like his piercings. His friends are kinda cliche for him already being a jock. Every time she looks at him she feels like she’s watching some Disney channel high school series.

trust me, Liam does love the chase but there's only so much he can take...

he doesn't mind if y/n is more dominant or if they're richer than him, he'll just work extra hard to please you in other ways! (wink wink)

but over time if y/n still hasn't accepted his advances with zero improvements, he may start losing a few screws... he's patient but not when y/n is actively hating on him..

starts changing things about himself that you don't like, stalking observing you more, and crying at random times because sometimes he just can't take it anymore!! :( just be careful not to anger him... that's when shit really hits the fan

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art by @devourable <3

art of anshumat and @devourable's oc tomi made by them!!!!! i love it sm and i heart devourable too...😭😭

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Just wanted to say thank you for introducing Liam to us! Ever since I stumbled across your blog, I've reread his one shot many times and loved finding out about him through the various asks. ngl, I found myself thinking about him throughout my day haha he's so precious and sweet ;;

I really enjoy your writing and with your art just makes the reading experience an amazing time so thank you for all that you do! some days I want to draw fanart of him, maybe even make a heart button for this man but the thought of being judged online is scary.

Needless to say, I hope you have a wonderful day/night and that you are doing well ✨

THIS IS SO LATE BUT THANK U SM!!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing! (i have no idea what i'm doing most of the time)

thinking abt him throughout the day is so real though... AND PLS DO DRAW FANART IF U WANT TO!!!!!!!! I LOVE ANY ART YOU GUYS MAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT FILLS ME WITH IMMENSE JOY!

i used to be scared of sharing my work and interests too but now i have mastered the arts of idgaf.. hope u can too!

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deimos absolutely has in universe stans who will dox you if you say one word against him and they are me. I love that rampant little freak. he’s my little meow meow

ohhhhh his meow meow's purring too now anon.. (Deimos likes his partners a little insane)

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YOURE SCARED OF GINGERS???? So how do you feel about blondes

once dated a white blonde... 2 words... huge dicks.

(i have never had intercourse my whole life)

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*looking at Deimos* he has hemophobia in his eyes

no ur wrong he has hemogoblin 🤓

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✧ 𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕 ✧

yandere secret agent x reader

‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧ 🍸₊˚ ⋆｡ 𖦹 °

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: after taking on your friend's offer to head downtown to a hidden bar, you find yourself in the middle of a covert operation. thankfully Messiah is there to hide you from danger. or did he just push you right into it?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: gn reader, yandere, suggestive position & situation, slight violence, reader held at gunpoint, mentions of a firearm and getting shot, reader pressed against male crotch, sadism(?), auditory hallucination (you hear voices), hair pulling, swearing

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,153 words

⭒ a/n: it was my birthday last month and i had planned to post this by then but ofc i never learn my lesson and kept my drafts in tumblr (leading to it getting deleted) 😭!! so sorry for the wait everyone and happy late new years! :D hope u like the batman wannabe.. it goes from 0 to 100 rq because it's hilarious to me and i'm sleep deprived.. i can smell the hate comments already

will you venture down this path?

it was supposed to be another weekend night spent alone in your home; you, comfortably snuggling against your pillows while playing your favourite brain-rot game from night to morning.

but here you were— unfortunately not in your bed, and devastatingly not romancing your fictional game characters. your friend, Vern, had dragged convinced you to join him and try out some random jazz bar which recently opened.

he mentioned his band would be playing there... he's probably just trying to get more people to hype up his band.

the warm ambience of the bistro & bar, alongside the joyous laughter ringing all over the room, people bantering and simply enjoying each other's presence was enough to erase the thoughts of your usual weekend plans. it was the type of place where you couldn't bring up any negative emotions just because of how chill everyone and everything was. so that's one forgiveness point to your friend.

at some point, Vern had split off from you to meet up with the other Ares band members to go perform— leaving you to drink away your life at the bar.

you channeled your best resting bitch face to avoid any strangers trying to hit on you, which worked. you sat alone listening to the blue voice of the current performer, making small talk here and there with the bartender.

oh, the bartender—

you'd been eyeing him up all night.

he was the only other person at the bar. like all other bartenders, he was charismatic and attractive despite the two deep scars running down his left cheek.

maybe he noticed you looking at it, because he suddenly rasped out, "...animal attack" with a nonchalant smile. which is quite impressive, since your gaze never once lingered on the scars for too long. he must be observing me.

Logan (you read his name tag) was an exceptional conversationist. and he played the bartender role extremely well. he brought up topics like your ambitions, your dreams, and even your darkest passions effortlessly.

but his eyes never seemed to really focus on your figure when you talked.

it was always off to a specific direction in the distance. and when you turned to look at what he was looking at, there would only be the same wrinkly old man sitting on the sofa chair.

"can you see it?"

confused, you reply, "see what?"

do you see it? the eyes? his lack of mouth? with hair as white as his, and skin as dark as void, how can you not see me?

"what the hell are you sayi—" you grow pale when you turn back and see Logan had his back turned away from you the whole time, far from the counter.

who was talking to me?

and for the first time in 3 hours since you've arrived, the old man from the chair moves. he wanders aimlessly for a moment until setting his sights on the bar. multiple random people who were loitering in the room take notice of his sudden movement, and all briskly walk towards him.

you're petrified.

the world is spinning, people are blocking the old man's path from you. and you're so thankful for that because it gives you the time to be pulled on top of the bar counter and then underneath it by a pair of strong hands.

your consciousness recovers and you're met with Logan, body crouched down to your level. his shadowed face shows no semblance of the bright man you were talking to a while ago. now his own icy blue eyes pierced through yours, and the once attractive rasp of his voice is now chilling to the bone.

"Logan—"

"you better fucking shut up unless you want to die."

he pulls out a revolver and points it to your forehead.

profusely nodding your head in understanding, tears begin to prick your eyes; this is so fucking messed up, what is happening??

your brain tells you that this was just the alcohol getting to you, and maybe Logan has some kind of split personality and a murderer... that it's some kind of sick prank Vern is probably pulling on you. maybe my drink got spiked...

but your gut tells you that you are in great danger. alcohol has never made you experience that level of auditory hallucination... hell, you were probably being delusional right now— of course Logan's trying to kill you!!

you could hear the faint sounds of bodies thudding against other people as if they were thrown or pushed. but no screams, just grunts. the loudness of the approaching footsteps came to a halt in front of the counter.

you cover your cries as best as you can with your palms and with Logan's hidden weapon still pointed at you. you could so easily whack it away or dodge it. but you stop once you hear the most grotesque voice ever, the result of what sounded like flesh tearing apart and bones reconstructing.

"where... are... they.....?"

you are faced with two decisions:

scream for help and get shot in the head by Logan

scream for help and face whatever the fuck is out there

either way, you don't get to choose. because the stress of the situation is beginning to overwhelm you and soon your whimpers slip out a little. small enough to not be heard from in front of the counter, but big enough for whoever is on top of you— and that someone happened to be the psychopathic bartender.

you freeze.

but your strength alone is not enough to hold back against the veiny hands that grab the back of your hair and push you against the bulge of the man standing in front of you.

you push and thrash over his grasp, but your actions only lead to him digging the lower parts of your face further into his crotch. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING??? IS HE TRYING TO SILENCE ME WITH HIS DICK?!

and it works...

you stay silent and limp, not because of fear. but because of the absurdity of this situation and the slow growth of whatever beast is hiding under those black waiter pants.

the heat of your muffled breath against his privates collects in your face, it's getting too much but you hold yourself together. your hands that were once pushing him off now lay on the top of his hardened thighs.

Logan shares a couple words with the old man before pointing him elsewhere. you catch a strange name falling off the old man's lips, Messiah. fuck, is this a cult? shortly afterwards, you hear the light sounds of evacuating feet. he's finally gone.

and with the speed of a middle-aged lady during black friday sales, you manage to push him off to the side and stand up across him, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

you were humiliated, violated, mentally tired and— and—

why the fuck is he blushing.

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The way I want to chop of that booba ugshahsahahh every singles yandere character you did i will crew up their Booba, and make a milk out of them, is that even at work on boy??? , i love liam so bad i would jumping on the cliff again for sike.. Or Even Take jump on higher place like a tall building

This is literally what I'm feeling after seeing your Creation

AGSHAAGAHHAGAJAHAAAAAJSHAAJAFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAÆÆÆKSGWKAHNAGAKAGAJAB

you guys are so interesting... sometimes I want to prod through your brains to understand this insanity 😭

Deimos is definitely going to ask extra nicely for those love bites!

also, please don't jump off a building for Liam! he'll be really sad if you injured yourself :'(

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your ocs' butts 🥵🥵

i need to put a gyatt on every oc i make or else i'll go insane <3

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If request r open can u make a reaction of ur ocs seeing reader split a melon in half with their thighs? Sure it'd be messy but it would probably be a show for ur ocs.

Deimos is IMMEDIATELY jumping you. he's going to run at you at 100 miles per second and beg you to do the same thing to him.

Liam is in utter shock and somehow turned on as well? he's confused and amazed...

Anshumat is impressed! his human is so cute, you should be strong enough to properly serve him. (in bed auhahghaha)

Messiah is gripping onto his sanity, trying to control himself. praying to whatever deity is out there that he won't pin you down the ground.

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Idols are contractually forbidden to date tho.... 👀 Secret relationship w Deimos secret relationship w Deimos secret relationship w Deimos-

Deimos would just flip off and cuss out anyone who tells him to keep your relationship a secret. who cares about the media!! everybody needs to know that he belongs to you.

but if you insist he keep the relationship a secret, he'd have to accept your choice. this makes him extra pissy when people get a little too close to you though.

he admits there is a thrill in a hidden relationship, so expect secret getaways and barely inappropriate touches while you are out in public.

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secret agent redesign because i'm scared of gingers

i redrew Messiah and updated his lore a little bit because i am painfully reminded by a nightmare i had of ed sheeran every time i looked at his old design!

short drabble coming soon so i can explore his character :))

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Praying for the next Liam story is reader absolutely topping the heck out of Liam or similar stuff like that

oh soon anon.. soon... (hopefully idk)

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Love Liam! 🥰

He 100% knows how to cry on cue. And he definitely uses that to his advantage. Gives you the same feeling as when you accidently step on your dogs tail. Immediately checking to see if he's okay and then head scratches and hugs. And maybe a treat. Lol. But just different kinds of treats

100% spot on, Liam is an absolute dog and he can put his emotional intelligence to good use. he's also a mutt when he's eating that p-

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angy

coping with my upcoming math exam by FINALLY drawing yandere secret agent

his codename is "Messiah". real name? no one knows! might write something for him soon involving a cat burglar/criminal reader... maybe... :))

fun fact: those aren't real tattoos. he's just rlly good at makeup and being emo

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what is there ethnicities? i love your work btw!!

Anshumat doesn't necessarily have an ethnicity because he's a god? but since he is based off of Greek & Indonesian mythology I would say a mix of those two!

Deimos is violently Italian + tiny bit of asian

Liam is Latino